After Huanyun Zhenren said three questions in a row, another real person coughed dryly and walked to the platform, "What the real person said is right, just look at the potential between the disciples, there is nothing to avoid." ”

Other real people echoed and moved forward a lot.

Looking at the stage again, in a blink of an eye, Zhao Zhili had already finished, knocked Tang Ji off the stone plate with one palm, and then looked up at the place where several real people were hiding, "Next game." ”

Zhao Zhili's cold tone, coupled with the coldness emanating from his body, made many disciples itch with hatred, and they wanted to teach him a lesson.

But after thinking about Tang Ji's fate again, he retracted his hand and didn't dare to say more.

"I'll come." In the noise, Qingxiao soared into the air and flew down the stone plate.

After raising his sword and aiming it at Zhao Zhili, Qingxiao said, "Teach me." ”

Afterwards, Qingxiao couldn't help but say that he was killing towards Zhao Zhili, and the turntable that slowly stopped above his head pointed to the number, number 47.

After a few rounds, Qingxiao was forced to get off the stone plate by Zhao Zhili's envoy, and the law enforcement hall assisted the disciple in the game to raise his hand and shout, "No. 03 wins ......"

"03 to 46."

"Admit defeat," Yueya shouted, not even going to the stone plate, and shouted directly at the law enforcement disciple.

She knew that when she met Zhao Zhili, who was so powerful, she had no chance of winning, so she immediately chose to admit defeat.

In the next few draws, or because of the strong strength shown by Zhao Zhili, they all chose to admit defeat, but when the sky gradually darkened, the individual ranking match chasing the first place came to the last game.

"No. 03 vs. No. 79."

After finishing speaking, the disciples of the Thousand Words Sect all looked at Yixi.

The first disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect was invincible against the invincible disciples of other sects, and everyone couldn't help but have some expectations in their hearts, and they were so excited that they even breathed a little heavier.

But then, the expectation in their hearts was instantly extinguished.

Zhao Zhili on the stone plate took the initiative to step down from the stone plate, "I admit defeat, she won." ”

"Huh?" The law enforcement disciple was stunned, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time, until many disciples of the Sword Sect shouted "Senior Sister Qingge first", he reacted, trembling and raised his arm to announce, "No. 79 wins." ”

Surrounded by everyone, Yixi looked at Zhao Zhili with a little playfulness in the gap, moved his lips, and said something to him silently.

The two looked at each other, the corners of Zhao Zhili's cold lips were slightly hooked, and he said two words silently, "Promise." ”

Achieved it yourself.

Huanyun Zhenren, who retracted his gaze, looked at the wooden table and laughed, "That kid really can't figure it out." ”

After speaking, she looked at Ling An Zhenren, who was immersed in joy, "Keep your precious apprentice, don't let him rob him." ”

Another real person smiled, and followed Huanyun's real words, "It is rumored that he is the reincarnation of the founding emperor, could it be ......"

"If you want to find it, you should also find the demon clan," Ling An frowned and interrupted him, "Qingge, this kid is extremely upright, and he is definitely not the county lord of a thousand years ago. ”

Ling An denied him with a cold face, and the other real people couldn't continue to talk when they saw this, so they had to bow and walk out, while Ling An Zhenren walked towards Yixi under the leadership of the master.

"Qingge, let's go." Seeing Ling An Zhenren coming, the disciples cleared a path and watched Yixi leave.

After the competition, the first place will immediately go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the master, this is the rule over the years, Qingxiao took a short look, retracted his gaze and took the disciples of the Sword Gate to leave.

Zhao Zhili, who stayed in place, received a handicap, crushed the jade plate in his hand, and left with a few other people, and with the departure of the disciples, the Doufa Pavilion became as empty and quiet as before.

In the library pavilion, Yixi, who was thrown into the interior after a few simple explanations, was selecting the rewards of the competition.

The Heavenly Rank Exercises are like cabbage, they are placed in the towering bookshelves at will, and because the places where the exercises are placed are usually not allowed to enter and leave the sect at will, the exercises that are sought after by thousands of people are covered with a layer of fine ash here, and some even have the shells faded and become crumpled.

casually took out a dusty exercise, Yixi unintentionally looked at it a few times and then put it back, Qiqi jumped out of his consciousness when he saw this, turned into a half-big girl, and picked up the exercise again.

"Big man, these exercises look quite interesting," Qiqi said, "Why don't I scan them all and put them in the system cloud?" ”

"No," Yixi rejected Qiqi's suggestion, and picked up another book of exercises, still looking dusty, and the power of the heaven-level exercises was not revealed, "The exercises are psychic, and if it is suitable, it will come to you, if it is not suitable, the record is useless, just a circle of nonsense." "Oh," Qiqi regretfully put down the exercises, followed behind Yixi, and looked around curiously.

As the two of them walked deeper and deeper, on the bookshelf not far away, a sheepskin whose shell was artificially torn and engraved with a lot of sword qi rolled up, and began to shake in the bookshelf as Yixi walked in, emitting bursts of golden light.

When Yixi and the two noticed it, the exercise had already broken through the shackles and came to Yixi.

"This is the master of the exercises," Seeing the Heavenly Rank Exercises like a dogskin plaster by his side, Yixi said softly to Qiqi.

Stretched out his hand Qiqi poked the heaven-level exercises floating in the air, "This system has heard of treasure selection, but I have never seen any exercises to choose the master, big guy, open it and take a look." ”

Look at what kind of exercises, you dare to take the initiative to rush out and confess the Lord.

Yixi raised his hand, and when he saw this, he approached Yixi's palm, and after rubbing his palm with one end, it lay quietly in his palm, and the golden light emitted dissipated.

Spreading out the scroll, the four big characters of Great Avenue Chaos appeared in Yixi's pupils, and as Yixi looked back, a trace of golden light poured into Yixi's eyes, intermingling with Yixi's origin spiritual power.

Sensing that these golden lights were mobilizing Yixi's origin spiritual power, the Seven Seven Horrors wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it and realizing that the golden light was not malicious, they resigned themselves to their original form and floated on the top of Yixi's forehead, using the spiritual power of Qingge at this time as a carrier to cover the breath of Yixi's origin spiritual power.

Outside the window, I don't know when a dark cloud gathered, lightning and thunder floated on the peak of the Thousand Machines Sect Master, and the sound of rolling thunder came out from the dark cloud, and when it was about to float towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, it slowly dispersed.

The head of the house who saw this scene looked thoughtfully at the Scripture Pavilion, meaning a long voice, "Qingge girl has gained a lot this time. ”

On Yixi's side, as the golden light entered, a black and white phantom appeared in his mind, the phantom fist in his hand, and the trick in the other hand, sometimes flowing out of decent power, and sometimes there was demonic power rolling in front of him.

"All things return to chaos, you are optimistic, whether people and demons are transformed by the power of chaos, when you comprehend the mystery, the gods are just around the corner."

An ethereal voice sounded, and every word was engraved in Yixi's mind like an imprint.

"With this inheritance, you are the heir of the two thousand and one hundred generations of the Heavenly Cultivation Sect," the Phantom spoke again, laughing loudly, "The changes between heaven and earth are unpredictable, if the faction is still standing in the world, no disciple can violate this order, and it can be regarded as another gift left by the deity to your junior." ”

After speaking, the phantom began to become transparent, dissipating between heaven and earth under Yixi's gaze.

"Heavenly Cultivation Sect," Qiqi said thoughtfully.

She has the same sense as Yixi, so what the phantom did to Yixi, she could naturally see and hear what she said.

"A thousand years ago, the first major faction of the Thousand Machines Sect was the Heavenly Cultivation Sect," after taking cover, Qiqi said with the scroll in his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of schadenfreude.

Since the Heavenly Rank Exercises produced by the Heavenly Cultivation Sect had chosen to destroy his own enemies, if that phantom could understand the changes in the current world, he would probably vomit blood in anger.

Different from Qiqi's sadistic color, Yixi's eyes were deep, obviously thoughtful.

Suddenly, Aunt Qiqi stopped her movements with a hint of surprise, "The scroll is broken." ”

Retracting his thoughts, Yixi took the scroll and flipped it back.

Although the cover is dilapidated, the content of the first few sheets is extremely clear, and it has not been affected by the damage to the cover in the slightest, but the last few pages, with black curls and yellowed handwriting, all tell Yixi that the exercises here have been artificially set on fire, but the follow-up rescue of the old things, I don't know how to let the Qianjizong collect and preserve.

"Big guy, what now?" Qiqi asked.

Although she had never studied the exercises, she also knew that the incomplete exercises would not be able to exert their maximum abilities, but would limit the ability of the owner.

The only way to do that is to ......

Qiqi wanted to speak and stopped, and a trace of anxiety climbed on her eyebrows, even she didn't notice it.

"The way to do it now is to complete it." Yixi let out a long sigh.

In Yixi's sigh, Qiqi noticed that in addition to the helplessness of the host, it seemed to have a deep sense of compromise.

It seems that it has something to do with this Heavenly Sect? Qiqi thought uncertainly.

"The Heavenly Cultivation Sect has been wiped out thousands of years ago, how can I make up for it." The more Qiqi thought about the incomplete exercise of choosing the master, the more depressed he became, if it was placed thousands of years ago, there might be a way, but now......

Yixi did not answer Qiqi's words, but turned around and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

Seeing Yixi's appearance, Qiqi put his mind at ease, his host had already thought of an idea, and then Qiqi turned into a blue light and drilled back to Yixi's collarbone.

Qingya Pavilion, after the end of the competition, the disciples' cultivation path temporarily calmed down, and the other sects successively bid farewell to the Thousand Machines Sect to make friends and returned to their own sects, and as the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect, the first Sword Sect disciple was given a chance to study in the envious eyes of the other disciples.

In the peak, it also became deserted because of this.

Yixi, who had already received the reward, studied the Heavenly Rank Exercises in front of a secluded mountain cliff somewhere; After a few days of familiarization, Yixi also felt the chaotic power mentioned in some scrolls, and sometimes transformed the spiritual power into a ghostly cold aura with a hint of imperceptible in his palm.

On the side, Qiqi put his hands together, closed his eyes and used his index finger and ring finger to absorb the spiritual power provided by this small world.

With a flick of her right hand, the scroll slowly flipped over, and finally there was a torn page, Yixi lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, and the breeze between the cliffs blew her gold-rimmed sleeves.

"Qiqi, how far is the Thousand Machines Sect from the Heavenly Cultivation Sect?" After a while, after seeing Qiqi open his eyes, Yixi asked softly.

The voice was subtle and inaudible, and Qiqi thought he had heard it wrong.

"The Thousand Machines Sect was built on the outskirts of Feicheng a thousand years ago," Qiqi opened the map, glanced at it a few times and said, "However, at that time, Feicheng was not as full of spiritual power as it is now, but it was the most scarce place, looking at the information, it should be something that happened here before." ”

As for the specific details, Qiqi did not integrate the information into the divine consciousness.